Wednesday, January 17, 2007
hmmm this is one of the few rare moments i feel bit like trash i'm like being a bum...but wats wrong with bumming arnd for a while i hate how i cant wipe tt smile from my face even when its crappy inside came back and went thru my mail missed a hell lot and not the least of those were the meetup with dara like mutherfuckin i totally cannot believe i'm not there fuck fuck fuck seen many ppl change over the years but what just really surprised me is the change in dansen read a few articles from his blog and he seemed so politically and socially charged and aware i'm just drifting in the opposite direction what happened to the guy tt used to like those stuff? at least i still had that brain up in my skull active enough for some good reasoning and sense unlike some dimwit person i know pls pratice what you preach dont be a disgrace for my sake hmm everyone's getting a job i'm sorta needing a lot of time and space to sort things out i need to go on a long walk kinda like the walk i had in china walked alone the whole day in the "ancient city" area i cld do with some walking here..need a lil air too bad the weather's bad... and its hot..i think i cant take sg weather anymore played a lil tennis with qx tday the heat was totally unbearable the sun was nuts thinking of going to all the museums.. to sugei buloh botanical grnds to walk a lil turn my backs on all the hustle and crowds oh and fuck the rach yamagata's concert cost a bomb..$88 so tt's two years of regrets at the mosiac i think left at such a wrong time everything looks so weird here i see ppl in sch uniforms guessed i misssed the time when ppl ste things straight noe wats the problem? i want to juz keep walking the fact is tt i need a job go figure
nothing like good old deathcab to lighten things up fell in love with this song when i had nothing else but my pod to listen to in china
"I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling the childish fitsand our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean,anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending, and this is all that's left scraping paper to document. I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound, skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town. And everything that I said was true as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth. Well I lost track when those words were said, you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed, and soon we woke and I walked you home and it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.
And as the summers ending, the cold air will rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending, and this is all that's left scraping paper to document. I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on. And as the summers ending, the cold air will rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending, as the alcohol drained the days. And as the summers ending, the cold air will rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending. And this is all that's left, The empty bottles spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes 'cause its time to move on."--Photobooth
stuff on shanghai and other places nxt time i dont think i want to marr tt post with the mood i'm in
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